The prospect of his future life stretched before him like a sentence; not a prison sentence, but a long-winded sentence with a lot of unnecessary subordinate clauses,
But rabbits belong to the Children of Oryx and are sacred to Oryx herself, and it would be a bad idea to offend the women. It
Love was merely a tool, smiles were another tool, they were both just tools for accomplishing certain ends. No magic, merely chemicals.
Every day a bad-hair day? My hair was driving me crazy, but then … I died. Don
The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total.
But we still find the world astounding, we can’t get enough of it; even as it shrivels, even as its many lights flicker and are extinguished (the tigers, the leopard frogs, the plunging dolphin flukes), flicker and are extinguished, by us, by us, we gaze and gaze. Where do you draw the line, between love and greed? We never did know, we always wanted more. We want to take it all in, for one last time, we want to eat the world with our eyes.
If they want a monster so badly they ought to be provided by one.
When I was younger I used to think that if I could hug myself tight enough I could make myself smaller, because there was never enough room for me, at home or anywhere, but if I was smaller then I would fit in.
I could do a good imitation of a competent young woman.
Think of an adaptation, any adaptation, and some animal somewhere will have thought of it first.